It’s Real… I Hate Some People

I hate some people. It doesn’t make it right, it just makes it real. I’m not trying to self-justify my hate towards some in this world. I just need to get it off my chest.

I know it’s strange…

Andrew, you’re the one who preaches about love and reconciliation. What’s the deal with hate? Christians aren’t supposed to hate anyone. Don’t you tell us that, as Christians, we’re supposed to dignify the humanity in all people and see them as the Lord sees us?

Yes, yes I am. But who I am to preach such things if I’m not going to be honest enough to admit my own battle of forgiving and learning to love those I genuinely hate:

Those that have genuinely hurt me. Those that have blatantly lied about me. Those that go out of their way to bring pain and desolation upon my life and work. Those that live a faith and preach a message that are geared towards power and privilege over faithful committment.

Small is the path and narrow is the gate that leads to righteousness. I believe that to be true.

I’m not going to sit here in judgement. That’s God’s job – for myself and others.

I believe Jesus’ words are true and there will be a number of self-proclaiming great Christians who will get a huge surprise on judgement day. There’s a difference between good and faithful. Good and countercultural. Good and following Jesus.

I’m living my own journey with hate, forgiveness and reconciliation. And I’m doing as best as I am able right now.

I’m not writing this so I can get people to tell me how to fix it. I’m writing this to publicly have enough guts to be willing to admit what is pent up deep inside of me.

Much love.